A Little Reunion

Dante:

When I got to the car, Guilia was seated in the back seat with her seatbelt strapped in and her face wrinkled.

“Guilia, I..”

“Dad, look, I do not want to hear a word. Please, just take me home.” Guilia said, throwing her face away.

“Okay,” I said, getting into the car and driving off.

Each time she saw pictures of her mother, she cried, and she admitted to the fact that the memory of her leaving was there even though it wasn’t very clear because she was four.

“Guilia, I never planned for Elowen to happen. She makes me weirdly happy, and…”

“How old is she?” She interrupted, crossing her arms to her chest. “Because just looking at her, I can tell she is about my age, and dad and it is disgusting to think about,” she said.

“Did she even consent to this, or did you trap her with one of your contracts?” she asked, and I gaped at her for a moment.

“Both. I’m offering protection and wealth while…”

“She satisfies you,” she said, shaking her head.

“Have you ever thought of what it would